TRUNKS' CRAZY TIME ADVENTURE (CONT)
Disclaimer: This goes without saying, but I'm gonna say it anyway. I do not own DBZ or Chrono Trigger...
On the other side, Trunks opened his eyes. Almost immediatedly, he sighed with relief. Things were already beginning to look better; for one thing, he hadn't fallen on his head, and for another, he was standing in an air- conditioned room (a refreshing change from the places he'd been to recently).
Trunks looked around. "Hey... wait a minute..."
This was his room! He was home!
For a split second, Trunks simply stood there blankly. Then suddenly the news registered, and he let out a whoop of joy.
"YAHOOO---OOOOOOOO!!! I'M HOME!!! I'M HOME!!! YIPPEEEEEEE----"
The half Saiyan teenager then broke into an insane dance number, all the while belting out nonsensical lyrics, which, only a day ago, he wouldn't have dreamed of doing in his life.
But now, none of that mattered. He was home, home----
A sudden shriek at least eight octaves too high stopped Trunks' crazy dance routine.
"GET--THIS--BRAT--OFFA--ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Trunks' first thought was Vegeta--- it would be like his dad to yell like that--- but no, this voice sounded way too whiny to be Vegeta's.
Trunks was still trying to figure out who the owner of the shrill voice was when Dalton walked in, a very pissed-off expression on his face.
"Dalton...?" asked Trunks, bewildered. "Was that you...?"
Dalton was fuming. "You'd be yelling too, if an eight year old punk had suddenly attacked you in the rear!"
"An eight year old attacked you?" asked Trunks, still confused.
"This wasn't no ordinary little kid!" Dalton snapped defensively. "Apparently he looks just like a mini-version of yourself." He swept his cape aside to show a large, smoldering hole in the middle of it."And he appears to have the same...powers... as you."
Suddenly Trunks felt very ill. "Show him to me."
"Fine," said Dalton,"but I'd be careful. When I came out of the Portal and started looking around, the kid ambushed me, yelling some crap about me being an 'intruder'."
Trunks followed Dalton into the kitchen, expecting the worst.
He got it. A small boy turned to snarl at him and Dalton."You again!" the boy said to Dalton. "Back for more pain!?"
Suddenly the boy stopped to stare at Trunks.
Trunks, in turn, stared back. "No. Way."
"See!?" said Dalton."You two look exactly the same! Excluding the age difference, of course..."
If Trunks hadn't seen it with his own two eyes, he wouldn't have believed it. Yet Dalton was right. The eight year old boy standing before him appeared to be a chibi-version of Trunks himself. Same face, purple hair, etc...
"Oh, no," Trunks moaned, his heart sinking. "I'm home, alright...... but in the wrong year!"
Chibi Trunks' eyes grew wide. "What are you talking about!? And why do you... look like me?"
"Never you mind that!" Trunks addressed his younger self fiercely. "You just forget we were ever here!"
"Heck no!" cried Chibi Trunks. "You broke into my house! Prepare to get your butts stomped!"
"No, no!" Trunks said quickly. "This is all one big misunderstanding; you see, the Portal, it----"
His younger, stupider counterpart wasn't listening, however. "HAH!" he cried, leaping at Trunks with the intent to cause bodily harm.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeekkk!!!" Dalton screamed, ducking behind Trunks for cover.
Verily easily, almost gently, Trunks flicked away the pint-sized version of himself. Chibi Trunks reeled backwards and into the wall.
"Ouch," commented Dalton from behind Trunks.
Gingerly, Chibi Trunks got up. Fighting back tears and biting his lower lip, he glared at Trunks. "You... you...!"
"Sorry,"said Trunks, and he meant it. "Will you let us explain now?"
"Oh... fine," sniffed Chibi Trunks.
"Well first---" Trunks started, then stopped in mid-sentence. "Hang on... where are Crono, Marle, and Lucca?"
"Just what the hell is going on here!?" demanded a harsh voice.
"Dad!" the two Trunks cried out simultaneously, recognizing Vegeta's voice.
A younger version of Vegeta stormed into the kitchen. In both his hands he held Marle and Lucca by the scruffs of their necks. Crono was still nowhere to be seen.
"I found these two wandering about in my home," Vegeta explained," and..."
Whatever Vegeta was going to say next died in his throat as he caught sight of his two "sons". Forgetting all about Marle and Lucca, his grasp on them loosened. The two girls were easily able to wrench away, only to stare in awe themselves at Chibi Trunks and the teenage Trunks.
"Trunks," whispered Marle, pointing to Chibi Trunks. "Is that your little brother...?"
"No," sighed Trunks. "He's me."
"That's it!" said Vegeta, voice shaky and faltering. "I want to know what's going on here, and I want to know NOW!"
"I don't think I should start without Crono." Trunks looked around. "Where is he?'
As if on cue, Crono suddenly appeared in the kitchen at Trunks' side.
"Ah...," said Trunks.
* * * * *
"... and Dalton's Portal took us here," Trunks finished. "I think that should clear things up."
"I understand now," Vegeta said. He had calmed considerably since his conniption fit."You ended up here, in the year when you had originally existed as an eight year old child." He nodded at Chibi Trunks.
"COOL!" shouted Chibi Trunks. "So you guys are like time travelers!"
"Well, I know one thing," said Vegeta," and THAT is that I will NOT have two versions of my son living in my household." He glared at Trunks. "You and your bunch of freaks get outta here---NOW!"
Trunks turned to Dalton. "Dalton, can you...?"
Dalton shrugged helplessly. "Sorry, all out of magic."
Trunks sighed. "What are we going to do?"
Marle yawned. "I'm exhausted," she said. "Why don't we just crash here for the ni---"
No sooner had the words come out of her mouth than she was met with Vegeta's reply of "NO!!!!!!!"
"But I wanna sleep!" whined Marle.
"Then do it outside!" snarled Vegeta. "Or better yet, go do it at Kakarrot's house!"
Before Marle could open her mouth to say," What's a kakarrot," she, Trunks, Crono, Lucca, and Dalton found themselves thrown outside on their heads courtesy of Vegeta.
"...And if I see you within ten feet of my home again I'll ki-blast your asses so fast you'd think you were in a time warp!" Vegeta added as he slammed the front door.
"Man, Trunks, your dad's a grouch," Marle grumbled as she got up.
"No kidding," agreed Trunks. "C'mon, we'd better find my mom."
"Why?" asked Marle. "Is she nicer?"
"Sort of," said Trunks. "She's also a genius... like you, Lucca. I'll bet between the two of you, you can whip a time machine--- no problem."
"Great," said Lucca. "Let's go before that Vegeta guy... ki-blasts us, or whatever it was he said."
They found the younger of Trunks' mom, Bulma, ten minutes later. She reacted less surprised to than Vegeta upon seeing them. Hurriedly, Trunks poured out his story to her, which she accepted without question.
"Well, I do have a time machine prototype," Bulma said," but it's still got a lot of kinks in it to work out. I could probably fix them, though."
"How long would it take?" Trunks asked his mother.
"I dunno... maybe a day?" Bulma guessed.
"Me and Trunks'll help," offered Lucca.
"That's Trunks and I," Bulma corrected her. "And no, you will not help. You'll only get in the way."
"But..." Lucca started, when Trunks suddenly clamped his hand over her mouth. "Believe me," he whispered," you don't wanna make my mom mad!"
"What the heck are we supposed to do for a day?" Dalton asked irritably.
Bulma shrugged. "Go sight-seeing...?"
"The sun is already beginning to set," said Marle. "It's too dark to go sight-seeing. Me, I'd rather sleep, but your husband kicked us out of his house."
Bulma's eyes flashed. "He did? You didn't tell me that, Trunks! I'm gonna give him a talking to." With that, she stomped away.
"Should we follow her?" Lucca asked uncertainly.
Trunks could not suppress a smile. "Just wait here and see."
* * * * * *
"... Shame on you, Vegeta!" Bulma said to her husband as she prepared to wrap up her Angry Wife Lecture. "Kicking your son from the future and those nice friends of his out---"
"I let them back in, didn't I!?" Vegeta growled. Clearly he was growing tired of his wife's speech on how he was Cold and Selfish and Uncaring--- a speech he heard almost every day. To get Bulma to shut up, Vegeta had begrudgingly let Trunks, Crono, Marle, Lucca, and Dalton back into the Briefs residence. Now the group relaxed in Trunks' room, listening to Vegeta getting chewed out by Bulma.
Afterwards, the group did their seperate things. Marle conked out early, but Crono, Lucca, and Dalton were still up, staring in awe at Trunks' television.
"Weird...," said Lucca as a program began to air on the screen.
"You like that, huh?" Trunks laughed softly.
No one answered him. Sighing, Trunks joined them in watching television.
Hopefully Vegeta wouldn't come in the room in the middle of the night and try to kill his friends...
The end of Chapter Four! Well, what will the Chrono Trigger gang do in the DBZ world? What will TRUNKS do!? (Heck, I'M even wondering...) See you next chapter!
Disclaimer: This goes without saying, but I'm gonna say it anyway. I do not own DBZ or Chrono Trigger...
On the other side, Trunks opened his eyes. Almost immediatedly, he sighed with relief. Things were already beginning to look better; for one thing, he hadn't fallen on his head, and for another, he was standing in an air- conditioned room (a refreshing change from the places he'd been to recently).
Trunks looked around. "Hey... wait a minute..."
This was his room! He was home!
For a split second, Trunks simply stood there blankly. Then suddenly the news registered, and he let out a whoop of joy.
"YAHOOO---OOOOOOOO!!! I'M HOME!!! I'M HOME!!! YIPPEEEEEEE----"
The half Saiyan teenager then broke into an insane dance number, all the while belting out nonsensical lyrics, which, only a day ago, he wouldn't have dreamed of doing in his life.
But now, none of that mattered. He was home, home----
A sudden shriek at least eight octaves too high stopped Trunks' crazy dance routine.
"GET--THIS--BRAT--OFFA--ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Trunks' first thought was Vegeta--- it would be like his dad to yell like that--- but no, this voice sounded way too whiny to be Vegeta's.
Trunks was still trying to figure out who the owner of the shrill voice was when Dalton walked in, a very pissed-off expression on his face.
"Dalton...?" asked Trunks, bewildered. "Was that you...?"
Dalton was fuming. "You'd be yelling too, if an eight year old punk had suddenly attacked you in the rear!"
"An eight year old attacked you?" asked Trunks, still confused.
"This wasn't no ordinary little kid!" Dalton snapped defensively. "Apparently he looks just like a mini-version of yourself." He swept his cape aside to show a large, smoldering hole in the middle of it."And he appears to have the same...powers... as you."
Suddenly Trunks felt very ill. "Show him to me."
"Fine," said Dalton,"but I'd be careful. When I came out of the Portal and started looking around, the kid ambushed me, yelling some crap about me being an 'intruder'."
Trunks followed Dalton into the kitchen, expecting the worst.
He got it. A small boy turned to snarl at him and Dalton."You again!" the boy said to Dalton. "Back for more pain!?"
Suddenly the boy stopped to stare at Trunks.
Trunks, in turn, stared back. "No. Way."
"See!?" said Dalton."You two look exactly the same! Excluding the age difference, of course..."
If Trunks hadn't seen it with his own two eyes, he wouldn't have believed it. Yet Dalton was right. The eight year old boy standing before him appeared to be a chibi-version of Trunks himself. Same face, purple hair, etc...
"Oh, no," Trunks moaned, his heart sinking. "I'm home, alright...... but in the wrong year!"
Chibi Trunks' eyes grew wide. "What are you talking about!? And why do you... look like me?"
"Never you mind that!" Trunks addressed his younger self fiercely. "You just forget we were ever here!"
"Heck no!" cried Chibi Trunks. "You broke into my house! Prepare to get your butts stomped!"
"No, no!" Trunks said quickly. "This is all one big misunderstanding; you see, the Portal, it----"
His younger, stupider counterpart wasn't listening, however. "HAH!" he cried, leaping at Trunks with the intent to cause bodily harm.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeekkk!!!" Dalton screamed, ducking behind Trunks for cover.
Verily easily, almost gently, Trunks flicked away the pint-sized version of himself. Chibi Trunks reeled backwards and into the wall.
"Ouch," commented Dalton from behind Trunks.
Gingerly, Chibi Trunks got up. Fighting back tears and biting his lower lip, he glared at Trunks. "You... you...!"
"Sorry,"said Trunks, and he meant it. "Will you let us explain now?"
"Oh... fine," sniffed Chibi Trunks.
"Well first---" Trunks started, then stopped in mid-sentence. "Hang on... where are Crono, Marle, and Lucca?"
"Just what the hell is going on here!?" demanded a harsh voice.
"Dad!" the two Trunks cried out simultaneously, recognizing Vegeta's voice.
A younger version of Vegeta stormed into the kitchen. In both his hands he held Marle and Lucca by the scruffs of their necks. Crono was still nowhere to be seen.
"I found these two wandering about in my home," Vegeta explained," and..."
Whatever Vegeta was going to say next died in his throat as he caught sight of his two "sons". Forgetting all about Marle and Lucca, his grasp on them loosened. The two girls were easily able to wrench away, only to stare in awe themselves at Chibi Trunks and the teenage Trunks.
"Trunks," whispered Marle, pointing to Chibi Trunks. "Is that your little brother...?"
"No," sighed Trunks. "He's me."
"That's it!" said Vegeta, voice shaky and faltering. "I want to know what's going on here, and I want to know NOW!"
"I don't think I should start without Crono." Trunks looked around. "Where is he?'
As if on cue, Crono suddenly appeared in the kitchen at Trunks' side.
"Ah...," said Trunks.
* * * * *
"... and Dalton's Portal took us here," Trunks finished. "I think that should clear things up."
"I understand now," Vegeta said. He had calmed considerably since his conniption fit."You ended up here, in the year when you had originally existed as an eight year old child." He nodded at Chibi Trunks.
"COOL!" shouted Chibi Trunks. "So you guys are like time travelers!"
"Well, I know one thing," said Vegeta," and THAT is that I will NOT have two versions of my son living in my household." He glared at Trunks. "You and your bunch of freaks get outta here---NOW!"
Trunks turned to Dalton. "Dalton, can you...?"
Dalton shrugged helplessly. "Sorry, all out of magic."
Trunks sighed. "What are we going to do?"
Marle yawned. "I'm exhausted," she said. "Why don't we just crash here for the ni---"
No sooner had the words come out of her mouth than she was met with Vegeta's reply of "NO!!!!!!!"
"But I wanna sleep!" whined Marle.
"Then do it outside!" snarled Vegeta. "Or better yet, go do it at Kakarrot's house!"
Before Marle could open her mouth to say," What's a kakarrot," she, Trunks, Crono, Lucca, and Dalton found themselves thrown outside on their heads courtesy of Vegeta.
"...And if I see you within ten feet of my home again I'll ki-blast your asses so fast you'd think you were in a time warp!" Vegeta added as he slammed the front door.
"Man, Trunks, your dad's a grouch," Marle grumbled as she got up.
"No kidding," agreed Trunks. "C'mon, we'd better find my mom."
"Why?" asked Marle. "Is she nicer?"
"Sort of," said Trunks. "She's also a genius... like you, Lucca. I'll bet between the two of you, you can whip a time machine--- no problem."
"Great," said Lucca. "Let's go before that Vegeta guy... ki-blasts us, or whatever it was he said."
They found the younger of Trunks' mom, Bulma, ten minutes later. She reacted less surprised to than Vegeta upon seeing them. Hurriedly, Trunks poured out his story to her, which she accepted without question.
"Well, I do have a time machine prototype," Bulma said," but it's still got a lot of kinks in it to work out. I could probably fix them, though."
"How long would it take?" Trunks asked his mother.
"I dunno... maybe a day?" Bulma guessed.
"Me and Trunks'll help," offered Lucca.
"That's Trunks and I," Bulma corrected her. "And no, you will not help. You'll only get in the way."
"But..." Lucca started, when Trunks suddenly clamped his hand over her mouth. "Believe me," he whispered," you don't wanna make my mom mad!"
"What the heck are we supposed to do for a day?" Dalton asked irritably.
Bulma shrugged. "Go sight-seeing...?"
"The sun is already beginning to set," said Marle. "It's too dark to go sight-seeing. Me, I'd rather sleep, but your husband kicked us out of his house."
Bulma's eyes flashed. "He did? You didn't tell me that, Trunks! I'm gonna give him a talking to." With that, she stomped away.
"Should we follow her?" Lucca asked uncertainly.
Trunks could not suppress a smile. "Just wait here and see."
* * * * * *
"... Shame on you, Vegeta!" Bulma said to her husband as she prepared to wrap up her Angry Wife Lecture. "Kicking your son from the future and those nice friends of his out---"
"I let them back in, didn't I!?" Vegeta growled. Clearly he was growing tired of his wife's speech on how he was Cold and Selfish and Uncaring--- a speech he heard almost every day. To get Bulma to shut up, Vegeta had begrudgingly let Trunks, Crono, Marle, Lucca, and Dalton back into the Briefs residence. Now the group relaxed in Trunks' room, listening to Vegeta getting chewed out by Bulma.
Afterwards, the group did their seperate things. Marle conked out early, but Crono, Lucca, and Dalton were still up, staring in awe at Trunks' television.
"Weird...," said Lucca as a program began to air on the screen.
"You like that, huh?" Trunks laughed softly.
No one answered him. Sighing, Trunks joined them in watching television.
Hopefully Vegeta wouldn't come in the room in the middle of the night and try to kill his friends...
The end of Chapter Four! Well, what will the Chrono Trigger gang do in the DBZ world? What will TRUNKS do!? (Heck, I'M even wondering...) See you next chapter!